“in the inevitable waves of depression
floats a dying spirit
alone
lifeless
in a sea of sorrows” “Gary/Ghost Haven”

Drowned

As the good ship Hope launched
he was inspired by
the strength of the rampart’s casing
the men singing
the waves slapping
he knew he would soon be on his way
a new place to explore
a new love to encounter.

Dying embers quenched for good
now changed to bright new flames
in nightly dreams she visited
a fair and lifelike vision
yet, his transient optimism began to fade
without the substantive touch
from the one so eagerly craved.

While the song of his siren played
The sea began an unrelenting march
against the lumbered hull
without much warning
he lost hold
of his stated goal.
Came a night with no moon
when he could take no more,
over deck he sadly tipped
into a blacken sea of pity
where he lingered tempestivily
rising and falling into an undulating daze.

“in the inevitable waves of depression
that tossed him violently
floats his dying spirit
alone
lifeless
in a sea of sorrows”

born within his thoughts
wanting only to return
to the comfort of what was known.

It’s hard to carry
This widow’s heart
Beating for two inside
One chest
It’s a burden to mourn
Daily
It’s a sadness that never
Recedes
The voice of the missing
Sounds off
With each decision made
Each thought is analyzed
Just as it was before
Only
There is never
A confirming nod
The arguments incomplete
No longer are there kisses
Or dreams, or smiles, or frowns
Shared
Living for two
Is tiresome and always,
Always
incomplete